Naw naw, thanks for the cannie offer but ah’ll barrie oan. It’s a fine lookin praitchin station ye want me tae try. But ah canni stop. Forgive me. It’s aw richt, dinni fash yersel’s. Bide there. … Continue reading Barrie-on.
Watch the razor letter boxes doon there, they’ll hae yer fingers aff at the knockles wi-oot care, even’f ye were rackle-haunded like massel. But first ye hae tae drap doon avoiding the shairp stalagmites, lowp o’er … Continue reading Knockle.
Hoi! Did naebuddy ken ah wiz a clinkit buddy afore they hitched you up as a coonterwecht! Mah chair’s aluminium inaw – very lichtweicht! Translated: clinkit: thin emaciated. Hey! Did no one know that I was … Continue reading Clinkit.